Fate - First Reply Up to No Good

[Zathria At'Arel]

It was difficult to find places on the surface for a Drow to fit in. In this case, fit in was a strong word for what Zathria was doing. With hood pulled up over her head and a scarf pulled around most of her face, her features were obscured to the point that making out that she was a Drow under the waning crescent of a moon was remarkably difficult. That was the idea, after all.

Her trip into the underbelly of the city at the edges of the Ixchel wilds was to look for those who were unafraid to cut throats and generally engage in the seedier side of things. Building a warband of raiders and killers wasn't an easy thing and she couldn't believe she was having to stoop to recruiting surfacers - and men at that - to the cause. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

She came to a stop outside of a tavern - the Bustling Maids - and could already hear noisy laughter inside. Outside a man lay in the dirt and she guessed he was too intoxicated to walk although she supposed it was possible he might be dead.

Reaching out and pushing the door open, she surveyed the interior with a discerning gaze before heading to an end of the bar and dropping coin at the counter for a drink.

The scent of pipe smoke hung thick in the air and she stuck far from both torch and hearth as she watched those inside, looking for anyone who looked equally as seedy.

 

[Drawen Asmunder]

Drawen sat at a small table in a corner of the room. His Muck Beetles by his side, he was drinking a big cup of mead. His light armor shined on his body. He had given a coin to one of his beetles and it went up and got him another mead.

He looked at the entering Drow. Clearly if she was someone with her armor and weapons by her side. He got uneasy looking at the polished warrior.

The smoke of the pipes made him tense with wonder what to do, he chose not do make the first move, there wouldn’t be any trouble right, it’s just another Drow.

 

[Zathria At'Arel]

Zathria's eyes fell onto another Drow within the tavern, overt and uncaring that he could be identified as one of their people. Were things really so open to Drow here? She would have thought it still prudent to conceal herself, but it did bring an interesting shift in the dynamic. She maintained her own hood for now, watching the man clad in his own armor.

He was a male, yes, but better a male from her people than a male from the surface. Besides, he would be far more familiar with what was going on in the area than she was.

She watched for a few moments more before rising and sliding into a seat next to him.

"You walk openly on the surface? You have been up here long?" she asked.

Drawen Asmunder